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Chapter 2—Business Ethics
TRUE/FALSE
1. Ethics can be defined broadly as the study of what is good or right for human beings.
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NAT: BUSPROG: Ethics | BUSPROG: Analytic
STA: AICPA: BB-Critical Thinking TOP: A-Head: Introduction
KEY: Bloom's: Knowledge
2. Like legal analyses, analyses of ethics have a central authority and follow clear-cut, universal
standards.
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KEY: Bloom's: Comprehension
3. Business ethics, the study and determination of what is right and good in business settings, has a
special set of ethical principles that applies only to the world of business.

4. As a result of regulations by the Securities and Exchange Commission and the stock exchanges, the
boards of directors of the great majority of publicly held corporations consist primarily of outside
directors, and these corporations have audit committees of outside directors.

NAT: BUSPROG: Ethics | BUSPROG: Analytic STA: AICPA: BB-Legal
TOP: A-Head: Ethical Responsibilities of Business KEY: Bloom's: Comprehension
5. An ethical relativist looks to a central authority, such as the Bible, to guide her in ethical decision
making.

STA: AICPA: BB-Critical Thinking TOP: A-Head: Ethical Theories
6. It is possible for legal acts to be immoral.

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KEY: Bloom's: Analysis
8. Jeremy Bentham was a proponent of utilitarianism.

9. A person who believes in the situational ethics theory would agree that precise guidelines for business
behavior must be developed and adhered to by business professionals.
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10. A leading proponent of the utilitarian approach to ethics was the eighteenth century philosopher
Immanuel Kant.

11. Deontologists are criticized for rigidity and excessive formalism.

12. Intuitionism holds that rational persons possess inherent powers to assess the correctness of actions.

13. Kant's philosophy rejects the idea that the end justifies the means.

14. Harvard philosopher John Rawls stressed liberty as the most important obligation owed by a society to
its members.
15. To a libertarian, it is not unjust for some people to accumulate fortunes while others live in poverty.

16. Although corporations are not persons but instead are artificial entities created by the state, it is clear
that they can and should be held morally accountable.

NAT: BUSPROG: Ethics | BUSPROG: Analytic STA: AICPA: BB-Legal
TOP: A-Head: Ethical Standards in Business KEY: Bloom's: Analysis
17. Act utilitarianism supports rules that, on balance, produce the greatest good.

18. According to Milton Friedman, the social obligation of a corporation is to return as much money as
possible to its direct stakeholders.

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19. Kant's categorical imperative is a variation of the Golden Rule.

20. The essential characteristic of ethical fundamentalism is a reliance upon a central repository of
wisdom.

21. To a libertarian, it is unjust for a society to take wealth earned by one citizen and to distribute it to
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as light, and we have profited greatly from his wisdom. Yulada has
never been known to betray her worshipper; all those who have
heeded her have been blest, and all the scorners have lived to rue
their scorn. And so, for hundreds of years, as far back as we can
remember, whenever Hamul-Kammesh has foretold—"
"But how old under heaven is Hamul-Kammesh?"
"As old as the Ibandru," stated Abthar, simply. "As old as Yulada
herself. The physical form changes, but Hamul-Kammesh is always
the same. The father dies, and the son takes his place; but still we
call him Hamul-Kammesh, for still he is the mouthpiece of Yulada."
"Maybe so," I conceded. "But what has all this to do with Yasma?"
"More than I wish it had! More than I wish!" declared Yasma's father,
gloomily. "At the time of her birth a prophecy was made—"
"Prophecy?"
"Yes, a bitter prophecy! I well recall the day; the wild geese were
flying south, and Yulada's head and shoulders were hooded in gray
cloud. In that cloud a slit appeared and vanished; but we could see
that it took the form of a man—a man striding toward us from across
the mountains. At the same time, a flock of seventeen birds went
winging above the peak; so that Hamul-Kammesh, reflecting upon
these omens, was led to foretell a sad fate for the babe born on that
day. After seventeen summers, he said, a stranger would come to us
from beyond the mountains; and he would mean us no harm, and
would have to be respected, yet would work grievous ill; for his fate
was darkly connected with that of Yasma, my child. How it was
connected, Hamul-Kammesh did not say; but the sun that day at
twilight was strangely red through the western mist; and in the deep
crimson dusk the soothsayer saw disaster. Nevertheless, he warned
us that we could not struggle against that disaster; it was
foreordained, and was the will of Yulada!"
A long, painful silence followed, which I did not choose to break. For
Abthar had spoken in the tones of one who dwells on tragedy that
has been no less than on tragedy to be; and his eyes, so keen and
alert before, now bore the weary look of one who tells for the
hundredth time an old hopeless tale.
"For years I rarely thought of that prediction," he finally resumed.
"We are all apt to forget the fate that hovers above us. Even when
you were first carried into our midst, I did not connect your arrival
with Hamul-Kammesh's prophecy. In fact, no one connected the two
events until the soothsayer himself spoke of you as the stranger
whose coming he had divined long ago. Then to the old forecasts he
added new ... but these I need not mention. The meaning of it all, is
this: should you wed Yasma, you will court your own doom. That is
all I need to say. If, knowing what you know, you must persist in your
madness, I will lift my voice no further; but the blame for your
sufferings will not be mine."
"Oh, but how can you expect me to believe such predictions?" I
protested, more impressed than I would have admitted even to
myself. "How can you—"
I could proceed no further. "That is all, my friend," said Abthar, with
decision. "Perhaps some other time we shall have further talk."
Solemnly he arose, and slowly went ambling away among the green
rows of vines, his great graying head bent sadly and thoughtfully
over his long lanky form.
Chapter XV
CRUCIAL MOMENTS
Had I been the man that I was before my arrival in Sobul, I should
not have thought twice about Abthar's warnings. I should have
laughed at them as the wild imaginings of a primitive folk, and should
have gone my way regardless of his beliefs. But I was no longer the
same man as upon my arrival. My years of civilization were overcast
and obscured; so much of the seemingly miraculous had occurred
that I was in a mood to expect miracles. And so, when Abthar
informed me of the prophecies and the peril of marrying Yasma, it
was not my full heart and soul that rose up in revolt; my intellect did
indeed protest, but not with the courage of utter conviction; for an
insinuating voice kept whispering sly doubts and suspicions. What if
some dismal fortune should actually await me if I scorned Abthar's
advice? What if I should endanger my beloved? What if the tribe's
disapproval, or the tribe's superstition, or some sort of social
ostracism, should pave the way for tragedy? Or what if Yasma's own
fears, or her passionate religious scruples, or her peculiar training
and habits of thought, should precipitate disaster?
Such were my thoughts as I sadly wandered back to my cabin after
the interview with Abthar. I was at the bleakest point of my reveries
when I heard a familiar voice hailing me cheerfully, and looked up to
find a brawny hand slapping me companionably on the shoulder and
two glittering black eyes staring inquiringly into mine.
"Tell me, what's wrong with the world today?" exclaimed Karem,
gaily, as he fell in at my side. "You looked so sad I thought you might
be needing a friend."
"I certainly am needing a friend," I acknowledged. And, eager for
sympathy, I told of my interview with his father, laying particular
stress on what had been said of Hamul-Kammesh and his
prophecies.
Karem followed me attentively, but the sparkle never left his eyes.
"Yes, I've heard all about Hamul-Kammesh," he declared, quietly,
when I had finished. "Especially about his prophecies, which have
given him great fame. But I would not take them too seriously, if I
were you."
"Your father seems to take them very seriously."
"Yes, of course, father would," remarked Karem, pointedly. "All the
more so, since he wants to keep you from my sister."
"So you don't think there's anything in them?"
"Oh, I would not say that. There is just as much in them as you want
to see—and just as little. The old folks would chop off their hands if
Hamul-Kammesh told them to, but we younger Ibandru—well, we
younger Ibandru sometimes have our doubts."
"I see," said I, glad to know that youth could be skeptical even in
Sobul. "But your father tells me that Hamul-Kammesh's prophecies
always come true."
Karem looked across at me with an ingenuous smile.
"So they will all tell you. But that too depends upon what you want to
believe. Naturally, Hamul-Kammesh had to make a prediction when
Yasma was born; he's expected to make a prediction at the time of
every birth. So as to be sure of himself, he foretold something that
was not to happen for seventeen years, when everyone would have
forgotten just what he said. Then, again, he said a stranger was
coming to Sobul, and there too he was safe, because if no man had
appeared there would certainly have been some male babe born
during the year; and then Hamul-Kammesh would have said that that
babe was the man he meant in his prophecy, but we should have to
wait twenty years more until the man was grown up and the
prediction could come true. Of course, when you unexpectedly
arrived, he recognized his opportunity, and claimed to have foreseen
your coming seventeen years before."
"Nevertheless," I contended, doubtfully, "it is a strange coincidence,
is it not?"
"If it were not for coincidences, Prescott, soothsayers would have to
pass their days tilling the soil like the rest of us!"
Thereupon Karem made an eloquent gesture toward the unplanted
fields, where a score of men were bent low with spades and shovels.
And, telling me that he had been idle too long already, he left me to
my ruminations.
But the effect of our conversation had been to lift me out of my
dejection. I could no longer trouble myself about the old medicine-
man and his predictions; could no longer believe that some dire fate
hovered over us; could no longer feel my union with Yasma to be
impossible. Whatever the obstacles, they were of a calculable and
natural character; and whatever the dangers, they were not too great
to confront and overcome. Reconsidering my problems in the light of
Karem's wisdom, I determined to face the prospect of marriage with
Yasma just as I might have faced a similar prospect with a girl of my
own race; I resolved to go to her at once, to put the entire question
before her, to reason with her, to plead with her, to overwhelm her
objections, to wrest a promise from her, and so to fight my way to the
speedy and triumphant consummation of our love.
The crucial moment was not long in coming. The next morning I went
to see Yasma at her father's cabin; and finding her preparing to set
out all alone for the woods, I invited myself to join her. Soberly we
started out together while I chatted about trifles, as if unaware of the
all-important turning point just ahead.—But could it be that the next
few hours would mark the climax of both our lives?
We had strolled perhaps two or three miles when we paused in a
little wildflower glade beside a sunlit brook. With a cry of delight at
the deep blue of the skies and the delicate immature green of the
encircling foliage, Yasma threw herself down in the grass; and, not
awaiting her invitation, I seated myself at her side.
For several minutes neither of us spoke. The rivulet trickled along its
way; bird called merrily to bird from unseen fastnesses in the
treetops; the first butterfly of the season went flapping past on wings
of white and yellow. And bird and butterfly and stream might have
been the sole subjects of our thoughts.
Yet all the while my mind was busy—and busy not with dreams of
blue skies or growing leaves or ripening blossoms.
"Do you know, Yasma," I finally began, while she sat wistfully gazing
toward the woods, "I was speaking to your father yesterday."
"Yes?" she murmured, in barely audible tones. To judge by the faint-
heartedness of her response, she might not have been interested;
yet I noticed that she gave a slight start and bent her head away
from me, while her fingers absently fondled the grass.
"Yes; I was speaking to your father," I repeated, my eyes intently
upon her. "Remember, you advised me to. I am glad that I did, for
now everything seems clearer."
"Clearer?" she asked, doubtfully, as she turned her gaze full upon
me. "What is clearer?"
For an instant I flinched before that steady, questioning glance.
"It is clearer, how we two should act. Let us not blind ourselves with
doubts, Yasma, nor throw our lives away over childish fancies. I have
considered everything; I have thought and thought, and cannot see
any objections great enough to stand in the way of our love. Let us
pay no heed to what anyone may say; we shall be married, you and
I; yes, we shall—"
Yasma had sprung to her feet; with a furious exclamation, she
interrupted me. "No, no, no! It cannot be!"
In quivering agitation, she started pacing about the glade; and I had
to go to her, and take her hands, and lead her back to her deserted
grassy seat.
"Now we must talk things over calmly, Yasma," I urged. "Your father
and I have talked them over calmly. And we have agreed quite well."
"But he didn't agree to let you marry me?" she demanded, almost
fiercely. "He didn't agree to that?"
"He gave me his advice, and said everything was in our own hands."
"What advice did he give?" she flashed at me, not to be put off by
equivocations. And her dark eyes shone with such distress that I
would gladly have ended all arguments in a swift embrace.
But I understood the need to state the facts unemotionally. As simply
as I could, I reported the general drift of my conversation with Abthar.
"You see!" she flung forth, when I had finished. "You see! It cannot
be!" And again she arose; and wringing her hands like one who has
suffered vile misfortune, she retreated to the further end of the glade.
And again I had to go to her and lead her gently back to her seat by
the rivulet's brink.
"Let us be calm, Yasma," I pleaded once more. "There is no reason
why we cannot have everything we wish. We shall yet be happy
together, you and I."
"Happy? How can we be?" she lamented as her moist eyes stared at
me with unfathomable sadness. "You are not as I—you cannot go
with me each year when the birds fly south."
For a moment I did not reply. I had the curious impression of being
like the hero of some old fairy tale, a man wedded to a swallow or a
wild duck in human form.
"If I could not go with you," I entreated, though I felt the
hopelessness of my own words, "why could you not stay here?
Surely, if we were married, you might remain."
"Oh, I would if I could," she cried, clasping her hands together
fervently, and peering in despair toward the remote figure of Yulada.
"I would if I could!" And she bent her head low, and her clenched
fists hid her eyes, and her whole slender form shuddered.
"Yasma!" I murmured, with an echo of her own emotion, as I took her
into my arms.
But she broke away from me savagely. "No, no, you must not!" she
protested, her eyes gleaming and angry, her flushed cheeks newly
wet.
"But why not? Why—"
"Because you and I are not the same! You do not know, you do not
know what it is to hear the call of Yulada, to feel the fire burning,
thundering in your veins, forcing you away when the leaves turn red,
forcing you away, over the mountains, far, far away!"
"I do not know, Yasma, but could I not learn?"
"You could not learn! Once I hoped so, but I do not now! Can the bird
raised in a cage learn to travel in the skies? You could not learn! It is
too late! Each year I must go away, but always you must stay here!"
"Even so, Yasma, let us not be sad. I would have you six months
each year, and that would be far, far better than not to have you at
all."
"So you say," she murmured, looking up at me with wide, yearning
eyes. "So you say now. But when the time came for me to leave,
would you be contented? Rather, would you not be the most
miserable man in the world?"
"But why should I be miserable? Would I not know you were coming
back? Is it so terrible there where you go in the winter?"
"No, it is not terrible. It is beautiful."
"Then for your sake, I would reconcile myself. If you were happy,
why should I not be?"
"Because you are not made that way! No, you could not be happy,
my friend," she continued, staring at me with a melancholy smile.
"And perfectly dreadful things might happen."
Long, long afterwards, when it was too late for anything but
memories, I was to recall those words. But at the moment I brushed
them aside, for there in those peaceful woods, with the birds singing
in the treetops and the clear warm skies above, I did not believe that
anything dreadful could happen to Yasma or myself.
"If I am willing to endure your absence," I appealed, "then what
should be your objections? If those are your only reasons, let us
prepare for the wedding!"
"You know those are not my only reasons," she denied, almost
reproachfully. "You know there are a hundred other reasons! Now
that you have heard of the prophecies—"
"The prophecies mean nothing!" I asserted, emboldened by my talk
with Karem. "They are mere guesses! They will not come true!"
"What!" she flung back, horrified at this blasphemy. "You say Hamul-
Kammesh's prophecies will not come true?"
"No, Yasma, they are only meant to frighten us. Let us not be misled
by fairy tales."
"Fairy tales, you call them?"—Her attitude had become almost
defiant.—"You do not know much of Hamul-Kammesh, or you would
not speak so foolishly."
"All that I know," I acknowledged, letting just a trace of irony creep
into my words, "is that he is supposed to be the earthly agent of
Yulada."
"He is more than that. He is her seer, her prophet, her law-giver, her
tool of vengeance! Her will is his will! When he speaks, it is she that
addresses us! Why, you do not know of the wonders, the wonders he
has done, the wise things he has said!"
"No, I do not know."
"You have not heard how once he predicted disaster, and twenty
people were smitten with the plague! And, again, how he foretold a
rich season, and our harvests were the most bountiful we had ever
known! And how he prayed in time of drought, and the rain came;
and how he spoke to the waters when we feared a spring flood, and
the waters shrank back! No, you know nothing of Hamul-Kammesh!
You cannot appreciate his miracles! You are not to be blamed for
scorning him, since you have had no chance to learn!"
"I wish no chance to learn! His prophecies are against all reason!"
"Against all reason or not," she maintained, in the tone of one who
proclaims incontrovertible truth, "I know he does not predict falsely. I
am sure, oh, I am sure nothing good could come if we two—"
"All things good would come," I pleaded, "if you could forget him and
remember only our love." And, drawing close and letting my arms
glide about her, I repeated, "Remember only our love. For its sake,
would you not take any risk?"
"But not this, not this!" she cried, like one fighting a battle with
herself, as she withdrew hastily from my embrace. "Oh, not this! I
cannot risk ruining your life and mine! I cannot risk father's anger—
the anger of the village, the hatred of Hamul-Kammesh! No, I cannot
make you suffer as you would have to do! I cannot bring down the
wrath of Yulada! I cannot! There is no more to say! This is final!"
"Final?" I demanded, reeling as if beneath a blow, as I peered into
those eyes moist with suffering yet fiery with a new resolution.
"Yes, final!" she affirmed, in the manner of one who forces down a
bitter draught. "Final! There can be no other way!"
"Very well, then!" I burst forth, springing to my feet with all the fury of
my outraged feelings and balked desires. "Final, let us say that this
is final! Final that you will be ruled by a whim! Final that you won't
have the courage to fight for your own happiness, or care how my
happiness is dragged down! Very well then, let that be! I accept your
decision—let this be the final word between us! But I cannot live
without you! Tomorrow I leave your valley—yes, leave it not knowing
where I go; it does not matter where! I may be lost in the mountains
and starve, or stumble over a precipice, or be torn to death by wild
beasts—it does not matter! Nothing matters, nothing but you! Good-
bye, Yasma!"
Turning my back upon her, I started toward the village.
For a moment all was silent behind me. Then the stillness of the
woods was broken by a sob. Startled, I wheeled about; then strode
back, and in an instant had my arms about the yielding, convulsive
form of Yasma.
"Oh, do not go away!" she wailed. "Do not go away from me, ever,
ever! You are everything to me, everything! Oh, what does anything
else matter? Let them warn me, forbid me, predict horrible things—I
do not care! Nothing could be more horrible than to have you go
away! Oh, if I knew I would be smitten dead for it tomorrow, I would
still want you here today!"
Again she broke into a passion of tears, which I soothed away as
best I could, though I too was near to weeping. But after her emotion
had subsided and she could talk calmly again, we sat side by side in
the glade for hours, discussing in whispers that which brought happy
smiles to our faces and sent a wistful light into her eyes, and also a
light of hope.
Chapter XVI
HAMUL-KAMMESH ORDAINS
Even after Yasma and I had agreed, it was no easy matter to carry
out our plans. We foresaw that most of the villagers would be
unalterably prejudiced; that they would regard our union as impious;
that Hamul-Kammesh would fan their opposition and refuse to
perform the ceremony; that, even were we wedded, we should be in
danger of living as outcasts, since in Sobul it was virtually necessary
to secure the community's consent to a marriage.
After racking my brains for hours, I decided to consult Karem; and,
accordingly, I went to him where he was working in the fields, and
declared that I desired his advice on an important matter.
Karem seemed not at all surprised, but continued to plunge his
spade methodically into the earth. "I shall help you—if I can," was all
he said.
As calmly as I could, I explained about Yasma, emphasizing the
need of having our relationship accepted in the village.
All the while that I was talking, Karem remained busy at his spade;
yet his bronzed brow was ruffled with thought.
"You have not an easy fight to win," he reminded me, when I had
finished. And he paused in his labors, and stood with one hand
clutching the wooden spade-handle, and one hand meditatively
propping up his chin. "Still, there must be ways. If you can only gain
the favor of Hamul-Kammesh, the others will follow fast enough."
"Yes, but how gain the favor of Hamul-Kammesh? Certainly, he won't
consent out of love for me. And I don't happen to have—well,
anything valuable—"
"Oh, you shouldn't have to bribe him," interrupted Karem, reflectively.
"You will only have to make him friendly out of self-defense. If he has
to smile upon your marriage for the sake of his prestige, be sure he
will smile his brightest."
"But how could my marriage affect his prestige?"
"We must, of course, strike at his most vital spots. And the most vital
spots are his miracles, prophecies, and dreams.... Now do you see?"
"I'm afraid I don't."
"Hamul-Kammesh claims to be a great interpreter of dreams,"
continued my friend, with mounting enthusiasm, while the spade-
handle dropped unheeded to the ground. "He is honored as much for
his dream-readings as for his prophecies. Not only our own Hamul-
Kammesh but all his ancestors for a hundred generations have been
dream-readers. They have construed so many dreams that they
have come to have a code; this applies to all the every-day dreams,
and is known to the whole tribe. Thus, if you dream you are attacked
by wild beasts, this means that evil spirits are abroad and disease
will break out in the village. Or, if you dream of falling from a treetop,
this means that someone will be stricken dead unless we propitiate
Yulada. Or, again, if your dream is of comets or shooting stars, this is
proof that the gods are conferring and a great leader is to be born
among us."
"All very interesting!" I commented, beginning to see the light. "But
just how does it concern us now?"
"I thought you would have guessed," declared Karem, with a tinge of
disappointment. "Then consider this: if you dream that you see two
white clouds, and the clouds travel side by side through blue skies,
the explanation is that there is soon to be a marriage in the village.
Now what if I were to dream about two such clouds?"
"Oh, so that's it!" I shot out, laughing heartily at Karem's naïve way of
putting the idea. "So you can dream to order?"
"Why not? It has been done before."
"And you have often dreamed—"
"No, not I. If I had dreamed too often, the people might lose faith in
me. As it is, I am not free to doubt the dreams of my friends. Why
should they doubt mine?"
"Then how will you arrange things?"
Karem smiled a broad, knowing smile. "Oh, that will be as easy as
burning dry straw. I will whisper to some of my friends about the two
white clouds. But only in confidence. I will ask them not to let anyone
know. Within a day or two, twenty people will come to Hamul-
Kammesh secretly with the story of the dream. They will all want to
know who's going to get married. That will make the soothsayer
wrinkle up his brows, because none of our young people are to be
married just now—most of our matings, you know, take place at the
harvest time, when the year's labors are about over. Naturally, Hamul
will look wise on hearing of the dream, and will make some
prophecies, but at the same time he will be worried, because his
reputation will be threatened. Then, just when he is hardest put to
find a way out, I will see him and mention that you hope to marry my
sister. This will give him his chance, and he will proclaim that your
marriage to Yasma has been ordered by Yulada, and preparations
must be made immediately."
"That sounds logical enough," I admitted. "But can the people all be
duped so easily?"
"No, not all. But many can. And those who are not deceived will be
too wise to seem to doubt."
My only reply was an ironic nod.
Four or five days after my talk with Karem, I received a visitor who
had never favored me before. I had just returned from the fields after
a strenuous day's labor, when I observed a tall, long-bearded man
framed in the open doorway of my cabin. From his stiff demeanor, as
well as from the high black headgear that added a foot to his stature,
I recognized him as the soothsayer. Hence I lost no time about
inviting him in.
"To what do I owe this honor?" I asked, trying to assume a tone of
proper deference.
"My son, I would have a word with you," he began, in a ringing,
pompous manner; while, remembering the native etiquette, I
motioned him to a seat opposite me on the straw-covered floor.
"Yes, I have an announcement of importance," he continued, as he
squatted cross-legged near the door. In the gathering twilight I could
not quite make out the expression on his face; but I thought that a
troubled look softened his habitual self-satisfaction.
"I shall be flattered!" I stated, bowing almost to the floor according to
the local custom.
A silence intervened. Then the soothsayer coughed, cleared his
throat, and slowly and with great dignity announced, "It is an
extraordinary mission, my son, that brings me here. I come not of my
own will, but as the messenger of higher powers. For the gaze of
Yulada has alighted upon you, and she has taken pleasure in you
and found you worthy, and has decided to bestow a favor upon you."
"A favor?" I echoed, trying to appear surprised. "What favor would
Yulada bestow upon one so humble?"
"It is not for us to question the will of those on high," dogmatized the
soothsayer, with a pious gesture toward the ceiling. "Nor must we
rejoice too much in the moment's happiness, for dark secrets lurk
behind the veil, dark secrets lurk behind the veil, and all may not be
well hereafter!"
Hamul-Kammesh paused, as though he wished to allow this bit of
wisdom time to seep in.
"What dark secrets do you refer to, worthy sire?" I asked, using the
native form of address.
"It does not matter, my son. Let us pass them by!" he urged, with a
grimace suggesting that he wished to be done with a distasteful
topic. "Let us not be concerned with tomorrow's bitter draught till
tomorrow is here. At present, we may consider only your good
fortune. For Yulada has singled you out for rare good fortune."
"Indeed?"
"Indeed, my son! She has bidden you to smile upon a certain young
maiden of our village, and has bidden that maiden to smile back
upon you. Her name I need not mention, but it is the desire of Yulada
that you woo this daughter of our tribe."
Upon hearing this announcement, I tried not to appear too jubilant.
"If it be the desire of Yulada," I acquiesced, in my most solemn
tones, "then who am I to object? My own will is as nothing; I can only
humbly offer my thanks, and accept whatever is granted."
"Your spirit does you great credit, young man," approved Hamul-
Kammesh, as with a sigh of relief he arose to leave. "I am glad to
find that you have a proper humility."
It was fortunate that the darkness was now so deep that the
soothsayer could not see my face.
"There is only one thing more," Hamul-Kammesh announced, as he
stood again in the doorway. "Yulada decrees that your nuptials take
place very soon. Yes, she decrees them at the time of the next full-
moon. You will be ready then, my son?"
"If Yulada decrees, I will be ready," said I, bowing my assent. And as
the soothsayer went shuffling away through the lamplit village, I let
my eyes travel to a crescent moon low-hanging above the western
peaks.
But as I stood there gazing across the valley and meditating upon
my good fortune, I was not so exultant as I might have been; it was
as if a shadow had passed across my life instead of a happy
promise. Now that all appeared to be arranged and my marriage to
Yasma was inevitable, the haze of my emotions was momentarily
rent; I saw with a dispassionate vision, and asked myself whether it
was not insane to link myself to this child of a primitive mountain
race. Was it not worse than insane, since she belonged to a tribe
that possessed qualities scarcely human, a tribe that seemed akin to
the wild goose and the dove? So I questioned, as I had questioned
more than once in the past; but now, since the fateful event
appeared imminent, my doubts were deeper than ever before, and
my fears more acute.
Yet, as always, my hesitancies were whisked aside like dust when
my mind framed a picture of Yasma, Yasma as she had radiantly
flitted along the dim wooded lanes, Yasma as she had clung to me in
a storm of sad emotion. And love, the blinding, all-powerful master,
came as always to silence the protests of reason; I was flooded once
more with tenderness and yearning, was held once more as in a
magic mood; and the little remembered things Yasma had said, and
the things Yasma had done, the dimpling smiles that played across
her face and even the petulant frowns, her quaint little manner of
nodding when happy, the puckish creasing of merriment about the
corners of her lips, and the pitiful sadness of her half-closed tearful
eyes, had all a part in weaving the halo that enveloped her.
And so it was useless to struggle, useless to seek to unravel that
web which time and chance and my own passions had wound about
me. Even had I known that Yasma and I were to be wedded and the
next moment hurled together over a precipice, I would hardly have
had the strength to check our fatal course. No! for the sake of my
own peace of mind, as well as because dark and powerful forces
were stirring within me, I would have had to yield to the enchantment
and fuse the two fierce currents of our lives. And so profound was
my longing for Yasma that, despite the moment's misgivings, it
seemed that an incalculable epoch must pass before the crescent
could expand into the full moon.
Chapter XVII
AT THE TIME OF THE FULL MOON
A wedding among the Ibandru is celebrated by twenty-four hours of
feasting and rejoicing. All members of the tribe are invited, and all
are expected to participate; no one is permitted to labor in the fields
or at home; from dawn until dawn the village is delivered into the
hands of the merrymakers. Bonfires are lighted at night, and weird
and picturesque dances executed; songs are sung by day, and races
run, and games of strength and skill find favor; prayers are uttered,
orations made, stories told, and poems intoned. And as the supreme
mark of the occasion, a privilege that combines pleasure with
consecration, the elders of the tribe pass the jugs of "sacru," a local
intoxicant made from the roots of a starchy herb; and all are urged to
drink out of respect for the wedded pair.
Judged by the quantity of "sacru" consumed when Yasma and I were
married, the respect in which we were held was enormous. Had the
beverage not been withheld during the first two or three hours of the
festivities, many of the reverential ones would not have been in a
condition to appreciate anything that went on.
For my own part, I had not the same capacity for pleasure as some
of the others; indeed, rarely have I been so uncomfortable as on that
day which should have been the happiest of my life. Not that I did not
appreciate the importance of the occasion; or that I felt any desire to
undo the bond now being irrevocably tied. But the crowds of idlers,
staring and staring at Yasma and me as though to swallow us with
their eyes, made me feel miserably out of place; and the ceremonies
were so curious that I felt like an intruder.
When I awoke after a troubled sleep in the dusk of that unforgettable
May morning, I was vaguely aware of the undercurrent of excitement
in the village. Even at this hour, the people were abroad; I could hear
them moving quickly about, could hear their chattering voices.
Without delay, therefore, I arose and dressed in a bright blue and red
native costume, Abthar's wedding gift, which he had urged upon me
in place of my now ragged civilized garb; then somewhat timidly I
stepped out of my cabin.
The first persons I met were Karem and his brother Barkodu, who
were standing not twenty paces from my door, as though awaiting
me. I observed that long ribbons and tassels of red and yellow hung
from their heads and shoulders; while streamers of every
conceivable hue—crimson and purple, orange, lavender and green
—had been strung during the night from cabin to cabin, giving the
village a fantastic and festal appearance.
My two friends greeted me enthusiastically; muttered
congratulations; and led me to the cabin where Yasma was
expecting my arrival. The bride-to-be was clad in a slender, specially
woven robe of sky-blue; and ornaments of a stone like amethyst
adorned her hair and shoulders. My heart leapt as she beamed her
greeting to me—how dazzling, I thought, how dazzling beyond the
most gaudy princess that ever graced a salon! She was paler today
than ordinarily; her eyes shone with an unusual timidity; yet there
was something ravishingly sweet about her expression, a childlike
candor and smiling loveliness that reminded me of a flower just
bursting into bloom.
But only for one instant I reveled in the sight of her. Then, though
she lingered at my side, she might have been a thousand miles
away. Together we were escorted to the open space in the center of
the village, where we were hailed by scores of men and women, all
bedecked with colored tassels and banners. Amid that staring
multitude, each member of which came forth in turn to express the
same felicitations in the same words, we had little chance to
communicate with one another by so much as a meeting of fingers
or a sidelong glance. As best we could, we endured the ordeal; but I
could see that Yasma was being tired out by the innumerable bows
she had to make and the innumerable expressions of thanks.
The sun had barely overtopped the eastern peaks when Hamul-
Kammesh arrived and the ceremonies began. The soothsayer was
especially apparelled for the occasion, and wore white robes that
matched his beard, and a two-foot conical white hat that brought me
frivolous remembrances. Yet he conducted himself with the august
air of the wise men of old, and spoke in the sonorous and measured
tones of a patriarch. He was especially impressive when he
stationed himself on a little newly reared mound in the middle of the
clearing, and, taking a small horn-like instrument from his cloak, blew
a blast that brought the noisy, chattering assemblage instantly to
order.
"Let us begin by offering thanks to Yulada!" he thundered, as soon
as the spectators were giving him their undivided attention.
Instantly the three or four hundred men, women and children threw
themselves down upon the ground; stretched themselves full-length
with faces turned southward; and mumbled and muttered
incoherently.
Of course, I had to prostrate myself along with the crowd, and to join
in murmuring the unintelligible jargon. But how thankful I was when
the ceremony was over! After this trial, it seemed a relief to listen to
Hamul-Kammesh.
"My friends," he proclaimed, in the manner of one who relishes his
own eloquence, "we are here today by the decree of Yulada, Yulada
whose ways are inscrutable and whose will no man can oppose.
Why she has brought us together I may not reveal, nor whether
tomorrow she will scourge us with earthquake and lightning. All that
she permits me to say is that this moment shall be one of rejoicing,
for today we celebrate the union of one of our daughters with a
stranger from the lands beyond the mountains. Never before have
any of our maidens been wedded except to sons of our own tribe,
but let us not question Yulada, who is wiser than all men; let us only
give thanks, remembering that whatever she does is for our best."
It will be needless to repeat the remainder of the sermon. It would, in
fact, be impossible to do so, for all that I can recall is that the
speaker continuously praised Yulada, emphasizing and re-
emphasizing his remarks until he had spoken for an hour and said
the same thing in twenty ways. Yet the audience listened with
mouths agape and staring eyes; and when he had finished, there
was an uproar of approving yells and cheers.
Following this frightful pandemonium, Hamul-Kammesh prepared to
tie the knot that would make Yasma my wife. In ringing tones he
uttered first my name, then hers; and in single file we had to thread
our way amid the squatting figures and take our places at the
soothsayer's side on the central mound. This was embarrassing
enough; but a more embarrassing experience awaited us upon our
arrival at what I shall call the stage. No sooner were we within
touching distance than the soothsayer, with a wide sweep of his
arms, enfolded Yasma in a close embrace. Of course, I realized that
this was held essential to the ceremony; but it did seem to me that
Hamul-Kammesh was unnecessarily long about releasing Yasma. I
was about to cough tactfully when he at length freed her, and, to my
disgust, flung his arms in my direction, and for an instant I felt his
bristly white beard against my face.
But this time the embrace was not protracted. Indeed, I had no more
than realized what was happening, when it was over. And Hamul-
Kammesh, with a wry grimace, was again addressing the audience:
"The bride and bridegroom have now been enfolded in the arms of
Yulada. They are at last fit to leave their solitary paths; and I am
therefore ready to declare their two souls immortally one. But first I
must speak of their obligations. They must always hold the name of
Yulada in awe, and their children and their children's children must
have the fear of Yulada in their hearts. They must not fail in that
worship which Yulada commands; they must do deference each year
by taking the way of the southward-flying birds if but they hear the
call; and, above all, they must not reveal any of Yulada's secrets,
and must never approach within five stones' throws of the feet of the
goddess. But during all the season of green leaves they must remain
in Sobul, tilling the earth as Yulada wishes and roaming her
mountains but never defiling her trees or wild things. If so, long life
will be theirs, unless—unless—" Here Hamul-Kammesh hesitated,
and something menacing came into his tone.—"Unless Yulada
should not choose to revoke her old prophecy, but, for reasons which
only she can fathom, should send some portent of her wrath."
Crowning this address, Hamul-Kammesh stretched his arms
imploringly toward Yulada, and, with eyes upturned, mumbled a
prayer. And, after completing his incoherent mutterings, he took my
right hand in his left, and Yasma's left hand in his right, and joined
our two hands in a not unwilling clasp.
For a moment I fancied that this completed the ceremony, and that,
according to the law of Sobul, Yasma and I were now man and wife.
But I quickly perceived my error. While my betrothed and I stood with
hands interlocked, the soothsayer reached into the folds of his
garments and withdrew two little ruby-red stones, which he exhibited
high in air.
"Here are the life-stones," he explained, "the gems that show the
fusion of the heart's blood. These, in the eyes of Yulada, are the
symbols of your union; and these Yulada shall now bestow upon
you."
There followed an impressive silence, while Hamul-Kammesh
carefully examined the red trinkets. Then, turning to me and holding
out the larger of the two tokens, he asked, "Do you, the bridegroom,
desire this life-stone? Will you cherish it and preserve it, the sign and
consecration of your marriage, the gift of Yulada on your wedding
day?"
"I shall be glad to do so."
"Then for you Yulada has tied the cord that cannot be broken!" And,
by means of a little projecting hook, the old man fastened the red
stone just above my heart.
Then, while the audience stood looking on breathlessly, he turned to
Yasma, held forth the second little jewel, and repeated the questions
he had asked me.
But what a startling change had come over Yasma! Her face had
grown tense and white; her eyes were distended; suddenly she
seemed smitten dumb. After Hamul-Kammesh had put the final
question, she remained simply staring at him—staring without a
word!
"Will you cherish and preserve this life-stone?" repeated Hamul-
Kammesh, still displaying the ornament.
But still she could not reply. Her shoulders twitched, and a shudder
ran through her body; her lips trembled, but not a sound came forth.
"For the third time," repeated the soothsayer, in impressive tones, "I
ask whether you wish the life-stone? You are not compelled to
answer, but unless you do answer you cannot be married. If for the
third time you fail to reply, your silence will mean refusal, and there
must be no further festivities today; but the guests must leave, and
no suitor must seek your favor for another year. And so for the last
time I put the question—"
"Yes, yes, give me the life-stone!" sighed Yasma, in a broken voice,
as she reached toward the red trifle.
Without delay, Hamul-Kammesh hung the symbol of our union about
her neck.
As soon as Yasma and I had received our life-stones, the "sacru"

was passed and became the center of attention. The occasion was
more than welcome to me, not because of the liquor, which I
scarcely tasted, but for the sake of Yasma, with whom I desired an
occasional word on this our bridal day. While the men and women
were crowding forward for their share of the drink, I recognized my
opportunity; and, motioning Yasma to follow me, I threaded my way
to the edge of the crowd and beyond the furthest cabin to a trail
winding through the woods. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice
our departure, for the enchantment of the "sacru" was already at
work.
Yasma seemed glad enough to accompany me; but though she
shared in my relief at breaking free from the crowd, her conduct was
still peculiar. She did not show any of the happiness natural to a
bride, but was moody and sad. She answered my questions and
remarks only with monosyllables, yet was by no means cold or
indifferent, and gave evidence of her affection by the clinging
closeness with which she held my arm.
Having reached the woods, we seated ourselves side by side on a
log at the borders of some fragrant white-flowering bushes; and
there we began our wedded life in an unlooked-for fashion.
"Well, Yasma, we have come to the end of our separate roads," I
reminded her, patting her hand and trying to conceal my anxiety.
"From now on we shall follow one path together. Surely, it shall
always make us happy to look back upon this day. Shall it not,
Yasma?"
Yasma's response was far from reassuring. A long silence
intervened, while she sat with head bent low and eyes averted.
Suddenly, as I sought to draw her close, I became aware that her
whole form was quivering.
"Yasma!" I cried, dismayed and bewildered, as I took the weeping
girl into my arms. "Yasma, Yasma dear, what is wrong?"
"Oh, I'm so afraid, so afraid!" she wailed, as she clung to me, her
face still turned away. "Please, please take good care of me! I'm so
afraid—I don't know why—I can't help it!"
Almost desperately she held me, and buried her face against my
breast, and sobbed and sobbed while I strove in vain to console her.
"But what can be the matter, Yasma?" I asked, beseechingly, when
the storm was beginning to spend itself. "I don't understand—I don't
understand at all!"
"Oh, I don't understand, either!" she burst forth, vehemently. "It's silly
of me, simply silly! There's no reason, not the least! Oh, you
shouldn't care for me, you shouldn't, you shouldn't!"
And the tears came in a renewed torrent, and it was minutes before
they had subsided again.
"Don't pay any attention to me—I'm too foolish!" she murmured, as
she sat clinging to me, her face still pitifully moist. "I know I shouldn't
act like this, but everything seems so strange and new. And I keep
thinking that what we've done today can never be taken back, never,
never! That thought frightens me. What if—what if Yulada should still
be angry with us?"
Of course, I strove my best to soothe away her fears. I told her that
we had nothing to dread from Yulada; that we had acted wisely and
should always be glad of it. Yet, even as I spoke, I could not be
convinced of the truth of my own words. And I am afraid that I did not
convince her. For she cut me short with an outburst such as I had
not expected even from her.
"Oh, let's forget Yulada—forget everything! Forget everything but you
and me! Nothing, nothing else can matter! I have you, and that is all I
want. That is all I ever want! Oh, stay with me, stay with me, my
beloved, and I do not care what Yulada may do—no, I do not care
what may happen in the whole world!"
Her words ended in another sobbing crescendo; but this time it was
not so hard to console her. Soon, calmed by my coaxing, she dried
her tears, and looked up into my face, timidly smiling; and at this I
forgot all my misgivings, and told her how blessed she was making
me; and she answered with a coy tossing of the head, and
murmured things that my memory will treasure always but that may
not be repeated.
It was almost dusk when we returned to the village. From afar we
could hear the shouts and cries of the revelers, the booming of
drums, the shrilling of horns; and, upon approaching, we found the
people riotously absorbed in their games. Some were engaged in
feats of wrestling and jumping; some were racing about after little
wooden balls; some were juggling with pebbles, and some twisting
their bodies into fantastic contortions; some were dancing in a long
writhing serpentine; some scuttled to and fro like children in games
of hide-and-seek; some staggered aimlessly hither and thither with
the weight of too much "sacru."
So preoccupied were the people that our return was scarcely noted;
indeed, it was not apparent that our absence had even been
observed. But we did not care; we were glad enough to be left alone;
and, after satisfying our hunger from the fruits and dainties being
passed about on wooden platters, we withdrew to a secluded corner
to await the firelight festivities. Gladly we would have left entirely; but
we must be present later in the evening, when, in the midst of the
cheering, congratulatory throng, we would be escorted to my cabin,
which had been bedecked with ribbons and equipped with household
supplies by our friends, and which would be the stage for a second
and briefer ceremony under the auspices of Hamul-Kammesh.
But before that ceremony could take place, there was to be an
unscheduled exhibition. The sunset fires had barely died and the
bright yellow full moon peeped above the eastern ranges, when an
uncanny ruddy light flared beneath the moon; a great ball of fire
blazed into sight, soaring high with startling swiftness, like a
projectile shot out of some colossal gun. Sultry red with a glare that
drowned out the luster of the moon and stars, it went hurtling in a
long curve across the heavens and beyond the western peaks; and
as it swept out of view, sputtering and scintillating like a burning
rocket, an unearthly hissing came to our ears; while, after the
specter had retreated, a long copper furrow remained to mark its
pathway, glowing and smoldering and only gradually fading out amid
the thin starlight.
The effect upon the Ibandru was overpowering. Within a few
seconds the celestial visitant had flashed into life and vanished; but
for hours the wedding guests could only gape and stare, muttering in
alarm, walking about as if distracted, prostrating themselves upon
the ground and praying to Yulada. All merrymaking was over for the
night; no one even thought of further festivities. "A portent! A
portent!" cried the people; and no words of mine could dissuade
them. Useless to tell them that they had observed merely a great
meteor,—they were convinced that Yulada had sent them a
message, a warning; convinced that my marriage was an
unhallowed thing, and that only misfortune could follow. Even Yasma
shared in the general panic; her fears of a few hours before were
revived; and as she huddled against me, huddled desperately as a
child in need of comfort, I could feel her whole body quaking; and I
had the impression that I was holding not a woman but a caged bird
suddenly conscious of its bars.
Chapter XVIII
THE SECOND FLIGHT BEGINS
Whenever I recall my sorrows and misfortunes in Sobul, I am
tormented also by happy memories that wound like fresh trials. And
foremost among those memories I place my first few months with
Yasma. If a cloud hovered over our betrothal and a deeper cloud
descended upon our marriage day, the skies became immediately
blue again once the wedding festival was over. The consternation
produced in Yasma's mind by the meteor proved to be only
temporary; if she ever remembered it again, she did not mention the
fact; and if she had any remaining scruples regarding Yulada and the
righteousness of our marriage, she kept her doubts to herself. To me
she was all sweetness, kindness and devotion; a new radiance
seemed to have overspread her countenance, and her face shone
with a richer and more beautiful light than ever; while all her
movements were imbued with the grace and airiness of one at once
perfectly carefree and perfectly unspoiled.
So potently had Yasma woven her spell over me that for the time I
was a convert to the ways of Sobul. As the Ibandru lived, so I lived;
momentarily I had almost forgotten that I was the son of civilized
lands. Each morning I would go forth with Karem and Barkodu to till
the fields; and each noon and evening I would return to a home
where skilled feminine hands had prepared a tasteful meal.
Sometimes, when the work on the farms was not too pressing, I
would join the tribesmen in day-long expeditions across the
mountains, expeditions in which Yasma would always take part;
sometimes there would be holidays when I would go fishing with
Karem or roaming the woods with Yasma; and in the evenings,
except in the infrequent event of rain, I would take part with the
others in the village sports, running and wrestling, dancing and
singing, competing in the games, or merely sitting about the campfire
exchanging reminiscences.
Now at last I was accepted almost as a native of Sobul. My marriage
to a daughter of the tribe apparently made the people think of me as
an Ibandru by adoption; yes, even though in some ways I was still a
stranger, and though the people still were silent when I questioned
them as to their autumnal flight. If any of them recalled Hamul-
Kammesh's original prophecy, and in particular the omen of the
fireball, they were careful to keep their recollections quiet; and even
if they had their fears, they cherished no personal resentment—for
was it not Yulada herself who had showed me the way to Sobul?
Was it not by her will that I was remaining?
Certainly, it seemed to suit the pleasure of Yulada that I should linger
here indefinitely. The way to the outer world was still unknown; no
visitors came to Sobul, and in my wanderings among the mountains I
had discovered no sign of human life and no road that gave promise
of leading toward civilization. Not that I would have left if I could; to
go away without Yasma would have been unthinkable; and to go with
her would have been as difficult as it was dangerous. Yet I kept
wondering if I was to spend my remaining days in this primitive
valley; and I had more than an occasional day-dream of finding
some previously unobserved mountain pass and making my way
with Yasma toward some civilized settlement.
But as yet, in the happiness of my young wedded life, such thoughts
troubled me very little. No one in my country was half so dear to me
as Yasma; and all the friends I had left, the habits I had abandoned
and the work I had lost could not weigh in the scales against her.
And so for a while I merely toyed with the thought of escape; and
even had it seemed possible to extricate myself from the wilderness
of Sobul, I should scarcely have stirred to make the attempt. Months
passed, and all remained as it had been; the hot days came, and the
woods were densely green again with the summer foliage; the fruit of
the orchards swelled and ripened, the plum was dyed a rich purple,
and the face of the peach was delicately pink. But Yasma and I, in
our enchanted retreat, scarcely noted the passing of the weeks,
scarcely were aware that we were drifting on a slow tide toward the
end of bliss. At times, indeed, some prematurely yellowing leaf or
some field newly prepared for the harvest, would bring an
uncomfortable premonition of autumn; at times the sight of Yulada
perched inscrutably upon the peak would awaken unpleasant
reminders of the past winter and still more unpleasant reminders of
the winter to come. But mostly I managed to thrust such thoughts
from me, to live in the enjoyment of the present moment, and to feel
that the present moment was to endure. I was only deceiving myself
with phantoms!—alas, I did not succeed in deceiving myself
completely!—and now and then, when the veil was momentarily
lifted, I was aware that a shadow still brooded above me, that for the
moment it was dim and far-away, but that it would return, return as
certainly as the days would grow frosty and the birds fly south once
more!
I had been in Sobul more than a year when my worst forebodings

seemed about to be fulfilled. The days were again on their decline;
the unharvested fields once more lay ripe before the reaper; a chill
began to creep into the air of evenings, and the landscape was
occasionally blurred with mist; the wild fruits and nuts were falling in
the forest, and the squirrels were laying up their winter supplies; the
woods began to take on a ragged lining of brown and yellow and
premature golden, and more than an occasional leaf was fluttering
down in early deference to the fall.
Then came October; and with October I grew aware, as a year
before, of an undercurrent of excitement in the village. Once more
the youths and maidens had seemingly lost interest in their noisy
evening pastimes; once more the people were growing restless and
uneasy; once more they bore the aspect of waiting, of waiting for
some imminent and momentous event.
Even Yasma did not escape the general anxiety. At times I observed
a far-away look in her eyes, a melancholy that I could not quite
fathom; and at such moments she would seek to avoid my presence.
At other times she would burst without apparent cause into fits of

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ANS: F DIF: Difficulty: Moderate

ANS: T DIF: Difficulty: Easy

19. Kant's categorical imperative is a variation of the Golden Rule.

ANS: T DIF: Difficulty: Easy

ANS: T DIF: Difficulty: Easy

ANS: T DIF: Difficulty: Easy

As soon as Yasma and I had received our life-stones, the "sacru"

I had been in Sobul more than a year when my worst forebodings

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